Too Late to Beg: I’m No Longer Yours Chapter 07

Too Late to Beg: I’m No Longer Yours Chapter 07

After I hung up, a heavy silence fell over the office.

Professor Callahan closed the email window.

“I will formally reject this complaint. Your placement in the program remains completely unaffected.”

I murmured my thanks.

As I walked out of his office, an Instagram notification popped up on my phone.

Delaney had posted a lengthy rant.

She claimed she was suffering from severe anxiety and a heart condition.

She accused me of going on a psychotic revenge spree just because my boyfriend took his friends on a trip.

She painted me as an abusive girlfriend who isolated Hayes, forbidding him from having a social life or female

friends.

At the very end, she attached a photo.

In the picture, she sat on the beach in Maui. Her neck was bare, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

The caption read:

[I hate myself for losing the necklace. But some people just won’t let me live.]

The comment section immediately exploded.

Brie shared the post.

[I’ve known Nova for over ten years. She really is a control freak.]

Cole shared it too.

[I’m her biological brother. All I can say is, Laney isn’t lying.]

Hayes didn’t share it.

But he liked Delaney’s post.

Before long, they doxxed my social media accounts.

Tens of thousands of hate comments flooded in.

[Your own brother sided against you. What kind of trash are you?]

[Your boyfriend probably suffocated to the point of running away.]

[Bullying a girl with a heart condition over a cheap necklace. You’re pure evil.]

[Oh, so you fled the country? Classic coward move.]

That night, Hayes sent me an email.

[Nova, blowing this up isn’t going to help anyone.]

[Post a public statement. Say the necklace thing was a misunderstanding.]

[Once Laney’s emotional state stabilizes, I’ll have her apologize to you in private.]

I stared at the words “in private“. The last remaining embers of my anger vanished.

They thought I would swallow the disrespect. When I didn’t, they tried to force it down my throat.

But they didn’t know something.

The night Delaney posed with my necklace, the beach house was running a live stream on Tik Tok to promote their

ocean views.

Every single word she said was picked up by the background audio.